In the evening

During the evening, some other little worlds emerge from the half light. The sight range can only reach the essencial. A street light, the dim light behind a window, the lights of a car running towards the night: nothing else is left. At night time runs slowly; thoughts seem to find a shelter in it. At the end of the day you can always find the evening, with whom you can share your deepest silence, as if it were a friend. In the meanwhile darkness embraces every story, until it fades away.
This is a personal journey through the intimacy of broken dreams, of warm hopes, of fears locked out of the houses, through familiar suburban places.
(a small selection from my never ending series #quandoèsera)
Claudio Turri, 2016